Billy had been given Trivial Pursuit for Christmas. We divided into teams for a game—Billy and I taking on Mark and Sam. My Sport and Leisure was a bit weak, but Billy knew his sport pretty well, I had Literature and Science and Nature pretty well covered, and Billy and I were about equal on the other subjects. We had a great, but frustrating, time trying to collect the various coloured wedges. We had a few minor disputes concerning the pronunciation of various terms, and whether or not some answers were close enough to the truth to be given, but all in all we enjoyed ourselves.
Mark and Sam narrowly won the game, but I took comfort in the fact they’d had the run of the die.
“Rubbish, we just knew more of the right answers when it came to the wedge questions,” Sam declared.
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